When the reckless interior designer Su Wanxing splashed ice-American style on the white shirt of the aloof architect Lu Yushen, she thought it was the scene of a social death, but unexpectedly it was the prelude to a heartbeat. From "coffee-stained neighbor" to "lover under the stars", he is the light that is always on outside her window when she works overtime, the gentle lie that says "I'm on my way" under an umbrella on rainy days, and the "detail-oriented" person who remembers that she doesn't eat coriander and will send her stories to sleep through the night when she is afraid of thunder.
He planned his love as rigorously as an architectural drawing, and confessed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the cafe she designed: "Su Wanxing, you are the most flexible of all my lines." She used a paintbrush to record the moment when he took off his coolness, and painted the model parts in his suit pocket to look like their future home.
There are no bloody misunderstandings, just the smell of milk in the early morning breakfast, the companionship of changing pictures late at night, and the edges of umbrellas held together on rainy days - this is a two-way rush from the neon lights of the city to the warm light of home. It is a healing love song that boils the heartbeat into icing sugar and gives you full of joy.
